-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦TwentyFive

✧PREGAME✧

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The commotion of the tournament had been steady since dawn, or that's how Romulus had felt when the banging of the drums had made its way into the tent's sound barrier.

He tiredly looked up from his pillow and groaned as his brother had done much the same. "Bastards, thought the Irish had partied it out last night," Ronan uttered, and Romulus could only chuckle, course he had a drink or two—Considering his father was the one to supply it, and he was of age.

It felt odd to finally be sixteen.

"They're getting their pride on, that's for sure. And can hold their whiskey, damn—It's seven in the morning." Romulus grumbled once again and turned back into the pillow.

With a small knock on the wood, the two brothers had turned to their door and smiled a greeting to their mother.

"Goodmorning darlings, I'm going to start breakfast—Suppose you want a bit more sleep." She claimed and waved her wand silently to mute the noise from entering in any further. "Thanks mum." Ronan said with a smile as he pulled the covers back over his shoulder.

"Need some help?" Romulus asked and Aurora had rolled her eyes. "If you must, nobody is up yet. Your father's just as drunk, if not more than when he was a Hogwarts student. Bloody annoying, perhaps if you join me you'll stop me from adding any poisons into it." Romulus rubbed his eyes and joined his mother, knowing full well it would be pointless to try to head back to sleep.

They had arrived yesterday, and by the evening they had 'pre-gamed' as to what their father had mentioned it as. Only those with the exclusive booths and such as theirs were allowed to stay the night before, so now it was the others fighting for the remaining space—It would be like this until noon most likely, or that is what Aurora had predicted at the least.

"Coffee?" She asked, and Romulus hummed and rubbed his eyes. "Still no word from Padfoot?" That had caused Aurora to chuckle, shaking her head as though they were talking about Lori's stuffie. "No, and I don't expect anything at this point. Wherever he is, it's most likely safer than here. Besides, if he wanted to reach, he would make it his prime mission."

"Are you and uncle on bad terms? I thought you still had contact with him before he was arrested?"
"I did, you actually met Padfoot at Regulus' funeral." That had taken him off guard, but it was ultimately how their world worked.

He hadn't met Sirius outright, but he had met his counterpart while his other uncle had passed away.

"Sure he'll be happy to know that Reg—"

"Darling! You're up early." Rory had rushed to her husband's side and placed her coffee into his hands, "...I was prepared to have to wake you up after last night's drinking." Romulus had watched his father laugh full heartily, and it was at that moment he realized just how much his parents were enjoying the stay so far.

Especially considering that it felt like a better vacation than most, and the actual game hadn't started yet.

"Feel like a young lad again, though I was prepared for Romulus to outdrink. I've still got it handled I suppose." Romulus smirked off to his father and mulled over his coffee.

"Suppose so, never found the taste for it either. Think I'll just stick with butterbeer."
"That's my boy, are you both alright with an omelet?" They were undoubtedly hungry, and once the smell of food wafted in the air, the long wooden table had been filled with the rest of the Lestrange family.